She stared. "Why do you have plaster and burlap?"
"Just a little side project," he said, shrugging.
"The last time you said that, you were carrying rusty scissors and dissection lab equipment, and you came back covered in blood. Not yours, may I add."
"Well-"
"You know what? No. Forget I asked. This is what I get for rooming with a sadistic lunatic."
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Writing Prompts
General FictionHere are a collection of writing prompts designed by yours truly or taken from the internet. Knock yourselves out.
